being a vandelay robot was fine. well, you didn’t have any say in it, given spectra, but…eh.

peppermint scowls as she watches you climb onto the rooftop. vandelay was clearly bringing out the big guns today, wasn’t he?

“you’re not another tin can!” she sarcastically quips, much to your, almost cartoonishly evil, dismay.

“maybe kale is taking me seriously?” she grins out, beginning to walk over to you. a fight is surely inbound.